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But the winter scent in her hair
Compels my hands to do
The things my heart wouldn’t dare.
Compels my hands to do
The things my heart wouldn’t dare.
— Little Joy
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À meia-noite abrem-se os lábios, as tulipas, as garrafas, os livros, os lençóis, as flores mais escuras, os perfumes mais escondidos.
— Unknown
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